Do not draw.
The canyon held its breath. Dust devils twisted lazily in the distance, but no one was fooled. They weren’t the threat. three diablos
You’d wake up after a night with the Diablos with your saddle turned backward, your horse’s mane braided with thorny roses, and a strange coin on your tongue. You’d remember nothing except the feeling of being played with . Do not draw
Maybe— maybe —they’ll ride on.